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The third sunday in June is nothing more than a Sunday. I can’t celebrate a relationship that’s fiction. If there was an anti-father’s day,
Go on and drink one and toddle till its over by tomorrow if you make it youll be sober.
Stuck here, In this chair. Hey man at least its got wheels. I never get to leave this thing. It sucks, Day after day I sit here, To be honest; Its not even that comfortable.